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Kwyj's Old Poems

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I'm gonna post some old poems that I spruce up a little in this here thread. (creativity is flowing slowly lately :) )

Maybe: A letter To My Little Friend

Maybe this will mean something.
And maybe a song about you
Is the most beautiful song worth singing.

Maybe you've fallen for someone.
Someone you don't even know.
That you know better than you think.

Maybe there is something more.
Maybe I can get out of this hole.
Maybe I can take you with me.
Maybe I can help you relearn.

Its been hard for you to get back in,
Hard to trust another guy
And maybe a guy like me will only hurt you

I think you know that its not true
because you know I couldn't hurt a fly
I wouldn't hurt something as perfect as you
I couldn't hurt you with my best try

so think of me tonight when you're dreaming
and dream like you've never dreamt before
dream of what life will be like
when you won't have to dream anymore
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    Poema en español

    Me desperté esta mañana
    y busqué por mi cuarto
    Encontré mi amor la botella
    Fui al baño y me duché
    Pudé probar el olor en mi aliento
    y me dolía la cabeza

    Pero hoy es el mejor día de mi vida
    Porque estuve pensando en ti

    Caminé a clase
    y tuve un examen
    y no estudié para nada
    y el profesor preguntó
    "Cual es tu problema?"
    y no escuché ni una palabra
    Le dije "Hoy es el mejor día de mi vida"
    Sí he pensado en ella
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    Pieces of paper crumple
    under my feet.
    My floor is so dirty--
    and yours is so clean.

    But thats how it always goes with us.

    My conscience is clear
    but you sing, "you're an asshole."
    you used to love it when I'd sing
    a song for you to make you cry.

    Back then they were tears of joy
    now all I ever see you do is cry.

    I walked through the shattered
    parking lot at dawn. Trying to
    make these things better for you
    but there's nothing I can do.

    and every time you whisper
    a single breath,
    telling them that I'm the worst person in the world,
    I hear it
    and I wonder if its true.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • blueinthefaceblueintheface Posts: 153
    i....uhhh... dont really know what to say. you're an incredible writer, the first and last poem are really sticking with me. uh... wow... if i knew spanish well im sure the midle one would drop my jaw in awe like the others. wow. incredible
    "be a philosopher but, amid all your philosophy, be first a man" - david hume

    Mitch Hedberg- RIP 1968-2005. your jokes have laughed me through a lot. I thank you.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    hey thanks!

    I'm glad something I wrote meant something to at least one person!

    here's another old one from last year that I've touched up.

    cheer up everyone!

    I'm walking slowly out
    With my guitar strap sliding down.
    Your song can bring meaning
    To all this shit I'm feeling

    Melodramatic tears are falling
    off of your chin to the ground.
    "get out of here, you're stalling."
    I yelled through the frosted windshield.
    And that made you yell so loud.

    Perfect days are coming
    I've been in a rut for too long.
    And I no longer hear you crying
    over the sound of your crimes.

    And now I don't need to drink to feel
    I can keep my mind clear.
    That bottle half-ull in the corner
    Just clouds what is real.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    and another

    I pull a hair off of my bed.
    Is it blonde? or brown? or red?
    It's the only thing I ever got from you.
    If only your image would stick in my head.

    A tired fucking excuse.
    You used to try so hard.
    Now you lie like you're amused
    I'm a fucking toy that has no use

    No arms, no legs, no heart.

    A bottle cap sitting on my desk,
    And there's not one, there's nine or ten.
    And a pack of cigarettes, I no longer smoke.
    I quit for you, its what a fucking joke

    A tired fucking excuse.
    You used to try so hard.
    Now you lie like you're amused
    I'm a fucking toy that has no use

    No arms, no legs, no heart.

    These telephone numbers in my pocket
    Are turning to lint, next to the locket
    With the prettiest picture ever taken
    I thought I loved you, Oh How I Was Mistaken!

    A tired fucking excuse.
    You used to try so hard.
    Now you lie like you're amused
    I'm a fucking toy that has no use

    No arms, no legs, no heart.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    PS. Thanks for feedin' my ego blueintheface :D
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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